My name is Lu Qiao, a third-rate student at a top university.

The 2008 Beijing Olympics was a special day for me, when the admission line for science was 650 and 626 for liberal arts.

This score is the lowest requirement for admission to Peking University in recent years, and I was admitted to Peking University with a score of 630 for marketing.

And I learned later that there is a difference between people.

The same students are all admitted students, and other students can easily get high scores.

And I can only mix the pass and fail lines again and again, and I may not really be the material for reading. And when I was admitted to Peking University, I guess I had spent all my luck.

I could only tutor hard, so I fell in love with the library at Peking University.

But it was so crowded that I could only go up to the astronomical shelves on the second floor, which were barely visited. There is the quietest place and desk in the whole of Peking University, and I saw her there.

But at this moment, I really hope that the college entrance examination has not used up my luck, and I hope that I can use this luck to escort what I have to do today.

It is said that college without falling in love is equivalent to studying for nothing, and I have always had a crush.

I know her name, her class. Every day, she would sit quietly all morning in the corner of the astronomy department on the second floor of the library.

And I would choose to look at her secretly from the opposite of her.

Her name is Wusu, the school flower of the Department of Astronomy of Peking University.

Of course, even though Peking University is famous for its beautiful women, there are not many girls in the Department of Astronomy.

So the good name of Wusu, the school flower of the astronomy department, is actually a bit far-fetched, but I liked her at first sight.

Anyway, at first glance, it feels like I've known each other for a long time.

Like the girl next door, the kind of girl who can only see one or two times a day.

It's not pretty, it's just a girl who doesn't know how to wear makeup but isn't ugly.

I'm a sophomore this year, and it's been almost half a year since I discovered and observed Usu.

And today I am going to confess, hoping that luck will be good enough.

I've heard the story of Wusu for a long time, and I know that no boy in the astronomy department dares to chase Wusu.

Because Wusu's father is an associate professor in the Department of Astronomy at Peking University.

I don't know the professor's real name, but everyone calls him Professor Dark Clouds.

Professor Wu has a straight face all day long, as if there are dark clouds.

Professor Wu's hobby is to let students fail their courses, and there are various reasons. To sum up, it upset him.

Although Professor Wuyun rarely teaches professionally, he spends almost every day in the Beijing Planetarium doing research.

Everyone knows that there is only one result of chasing his daughter, and she fails the professional class.

Even if you are a perfect score, Professor Wuyun can make you fail even the attendance.

I don't know how Professor Uyun has a relationship with other professors, but it's best not to hook up with any other teacher who teaches marketing. Even if Mr. Wuyun didn't do anything in my professional class, it would have been difficult for me to pass.

But I guess I'm thinking too much now, because I don't know if Usu will say yes or not.

I arrived at the library early this morning, and I arrived first in the old seat on the second floor.

Almost only astronomy students come back to read the books here, but the books are far less old than Google and Baidu. So it's so quiet that it's hard to see anyone else coming for half the year.

And every day I would be next door to Usu, watching her write a love letter.

In half a year, I wrote a whole backpack.

I prepared a brown paper box and dressed it up carefully.